New Found Glory - No News Is Good News All along, we follow blindly,
Force fed prime-time, previewed nightly,
Why would anybody leave the safety of their homes?
I wonder why,
I wonder why,
Only disasters flood the headlines,
Other people's misery,
Are on for the next three hours,
Commercial free.
And I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channels,
So I turn it off.
I see billboards on the horizon,
I can't imagine what they'll tell me,
What to wear,
What to drink,
Where to eat,
It's so easy not to think for yourself anymore,
So naive,
You don't do anything anymore.
And I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channel,
And no,
I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channel...
We all give in,
We all complain,
We sit and wait,
For things to change,
We're waiting,
We're waiting.
All along, we follow blindly,
All along, we follow blindly.
And I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channel,
And no,
I can't take much more of this,
We're all so wrapped up, in it,
Nothing will change, but the channels,
So I turn it off...
Turn it off...

This is an apt description of what I feel towards the news right now. From the moment I turn on the television, I am now bombarded with atrocities throughout the world. The tsunamis are a favorite of the news networks right now. I swear to God, all those news reporters and people running all the news shows must pray for disasters. They must pray for suffering, disasters, fires, war, and scandal so that they will have something to report that will outdo the previous day's atrocities. They probably shat their pants when they realized what a goldmine the tsunamis were, especially when they found out that many Americans were vacationing there. That always draws a lot of media coverage.

Well, I for one am fed up. I refuse to watch any television that is going to show me murders, fires, deaths, etc. and expect me to enjoy my dinner while viewing. I seriously cannot stomach to hear anymore about the rising death toll in the East. I feel really bad for all those people and their families and I wish it hadn't happened, but I really don't need to hear about it in every gruesome detail while I choke down a chicken/guacamole taco. Please.

And during the last presidential campaign, the media was literally flooded with partisan and non-partisan voting campaigns. Whether they wanted you to vote for Bush or Kerry or just vote, we were told what to think and what to do for about two months straight. Gah. America can think for itself (sometimes).

Current music: Montgomery Gentry and the AIM chirping noises

Current mood: good (what is up with the spacing here?)

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11:44 PM

Monday, December 27, 2004

Current music: Blackhawk's Greatest Hits and Pat Green, "Three Days"

Current mood: okely-dokely

I have decided that there are too many people in California and even Redlands now. You can't do anything anymore without running into traffic or a line. I wanted to go to the bank today and I ran into traffic the whole way to the bank. I had to go through downtown Redlands (that's the damn kiss of death anyways) and I just hit the crappiest traffic ever in there today. I was relieved to finally arrive at the bank, but no, that wasn't any good. The line in the bank was 20 people long and they had two people working (who would confer with each other for every customer, so really it was only one person working). I went to get gas at Chevron and I had to wait in line for a car to finish getting gas. God. I have never seen such congestion and so many people. California is so densely populated lately that I can't stand it. I need to go back to Idaho. I just checked what time it was.....and of course it was 9:22 PM. What other time would it be?

Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I got an interview for pharmacy school at UC San Francisco. The bad news is that it's February 5th (a Saturday). I was hoping that it might be during spring break or something. But no. So I will have to miss school and take some f*cked up travel schedule to get there:I will have to fly to Ontario, meet my mom, we will drive 8 hours to Monterey, spend the night, then drive up to San Francisco, have the interview, drive back to Ontario, and fly back to Pocatello. Jesus Christ. So that's exciting that I even got an interview. However, if I do get in there, I have to take another physics class plus lab during the summer. Bah. Goddamn physics. Current noise: my mom jabbering awayCurrent mood: nervous

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10:05 AM

Sunday, December 26, 2004

Kitties, Rabbit, and HorsesPrologueThe last few days have been quite eventful. It was a Christmas to remember for a variety of reasons. Here we go. Enjoy my weird entry.Chapter 1On the day of Christmas Eve, we had everyone over at my house. The gift exchange was fun and I didn't end up with a goddamn S'More maker like I did last year, which was good. And I got a bunch of good gifts, like a new tent for the beach week. My old one was a piece of shit, it feel apart when ever you touched a zipper. Kind of reminded me of the cartoons when the main character would grab something only to have to crumble into dust. The real drama of Christmas Eve came in the evening when everyone was leaving. My cousin, Gina, saw a cat in the street in front of my house. She called out to it and it came trotting over to her. It was a fluffy, grey and white cute cat, not to mention that it was lovey-dovey and adorable. LOL. It hung around my house for 2 hours or so and we fed it some leftover turkey. We finally had to turn off the lights in front of my house and try to ignore it. It wasn't there the next morning, so unfortunately, I did not end up with a Christmas kitty. Sad.Chapter 2After opening all my gifts on Christmas Day, I went over to Alex's house where we had an adventure. I guess a pet rabbit had gotten loose from someone's house and had been living in the ditch behind his house for a week or so. We decided that we would try to catch it so that we could post a 'found' ad. Or at least that was the plan. One hour later, a gallon of sweat, and a sore ass (from falling) later, we finally caught the damn black rabbit. It got so tired from being chased that it finally just gave up and let me grab it. When I got ahold of it, I held it up like a goddamn trophy for the world to see. LOL. I was just glad the chase was over. Anyhow, it's a really cute little rabbit and seems nice enough. It didn't try to kick me when I grabbed it and it never even acted like it might bite me. I hope it gets a good home.Chapter 3I went to the racetrack today, sicne it was opening day at Santa Anita Park and they were giving away free calendars with your admission. So of course whenever they are giving free shit away, the Pelazinis turn out in full force. My mom, my dad, my uncle, and my cousins all went with me to the track and we got our free calendars. My cousin's fiance bet a horse in every race, but I waited until the 4th race came around since I never saw anything worth betting. I don't bet on cheap claimers or maidens because they are so unpredictable. Anyhow, I bet this horse named 'Iced Out' to show (you get money for 1st, 2nd, or 3rd this way) and ended up winning $2.80 when he came in 2nd. Wow you say. LOL. I didn't feel like losing money today. My dad won $560. Jesus....and that's an average day, I guess.I thought I had found another horse worth betting in the 6th race. It's name was 'Awaiting Anxiety.' I put $2 down for show on it, but neither me or the horse was so lucky on this one. I never saw my horse during the race, since he was always boxed in by other horses. And at the finish, I didn't see him cross. I was wondering 'what the hell happened to my horse?' That's when I decided to look down the home stretch to see my horse literally staggering towards the finish. He then proceeded to stop mid-step and collapse ten feet before the finish line. My horse had a goddamn heart attack and died right there on the fucking track. I almost cried. I was hopign to at least see him breathing, but his chest never moved once he went down. It was one of the saddest things I have ever seen. They put up a tarp around the body and gave it an euthanasia shot to make sure it was gone, then loaded it onto a truck and took it away. That sure ruined my day. I didn't bet anything in the next three races because I didn't want anymore horses to fall down dead. :'(EpilogueSo now I sit here at my computer, somewhat depressed after what looked like an OK day at the beginning (when I won some money). Poor horse. I suppose the jockey was OK, in case you were wondering. But hell, the jockeys have a good chance of recovering, whereas when a horse is hurt, it usually gets euthanized. :(Current music: Big & Rich, "A Horse of a Different Color" (now that's ironic, I put that CD on without thinking....guess I was in the country/horse mood today)Current mood: sad for the passing of 'Awaiting Anxiety'

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8:16 PM

Friday, December 24, 2004

I just learned something by watching TV. That's amazing. Usually, I feel stupider for having watched just a snippet of the boob tube. But I was spinning the dial and the History Channel was talking about fish farming. It was kind of neat to watch all the stuff they go through to have a fish farm. That stuff kind of interests me, since we used to go fishing every summer in the Sierra Nevadas. But anyways, the heart of the matter is what I learned:Lobster used to wash up on shore and people would take it and fertilize their crops with it or feed it to their slaves. It was supposedly garbage seafood, kind of equivalent to chicken nuggets today. Haha. That's funny. The damn slaves ate like royalty (what royalty would eta in today's society) when it came to lobster. I guess people's tastes changed over time, huh?I baked three things last night. One was my standard chocolate chip cookies, which everybody seems to love. The second was Mississippi Mud bars. I thought I fucked up for sure, when it was cooking and I suppose I took it out to early (I did the toothpick test and it was clean, but when I went to lay the chocolate chips on top, they went right through the crust). But hey, I stuck it back in the oven and it seems to have come out OK. Yummy, I mean. And then I also made cranberry cream cheese bars. Yummy! Cranberry stuff and cream cheese on a oat, flour, and brown sugar crust. So hopefully everyone likes them.Well, I am off to go wait for the 3 foot garbage burrito that is on its way here.Current music: Nickelback, "The Long Road"Current mood: Hungry and ready for Christmas food (meaning Mexican food)

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1:02 PM

Thursday, December 23, 2004

HOLY FLURKING SCHNIT! TRAFFIC UP THE WAZOO!!!I have never, in my life, seen traffic like I saw today. My uncle, my dad, a family friend, and I played golf in Murrieta today. It took about 1 hour and 15 minutes to get there from Rialto and it took over 2 hours to get home. Goddamn, that's bad. We stopped on the 15 several times. I am so tired of traffic right now that I can hardly stand to drive to the store anymore around here.....and I don't live here.The family friend was all panicked on the course because he thought he had lost his car keys on the course, but when we got back to my uncle's house (the meeting place for today), he found that he had left his keys in his passenger car door. There's his Christmas present and his Miracle on N. Date Street in Rialto. LOL. It's literally a miracle that his car was still there 8 hours after he left it. I have now lost faith in Santa Claus. He's not real anymore.....*sob, cry, sob.* I saw him driving a beat up Ford Escort, not his sleigh. :( That depresses me greatly. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas (for you Jews- Happy Hanukkah) and I refuse to celebrate la Navidad, Tet, Ramadan, or Kwanzaa. This is America, folks, and even non-believers in the Christian faith celebrate Christmas. Merry Christmas!Current music: silence, except for the whirring of my crappy computerCurrent mood: tired

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5:20 PM

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

I played golf today with my uncle, my dad, and a family friend. And I sucked it up in my usual fashion, bringing home an 81. Solid. I only beat my crappy uncle by 9 shots. Jesus Christ. That hasn't happened since......since......since I don't remember when. I'm used to him shooting a full 20 shots worse than me. Maybe I can pawn it off on his new driver. Haha. Yeah right....the equipment helped him out.....but of course, then, you have to wonder about me. I have the best equipment money can buy.....and I'm a hopeless case. Damnit. No-win situation here. :(I found out today that I have to get up at 4:45 AM tomorrow morning to play golf in Murrieta. That deserves a sad face too. :(My uncle, my mom's brother, came down for Christmas with his wife and three kids. This is one fucked-up family. The oldest daughter is one year and two school years younger than me. The middle kid is 15 or 16, I can't remember which. And the youngest is......(drumroll)....5. WTF? Why do parents do that? The parents are 58 or 59. They will be dead when she finishes high school. The oldest kid takes care of the 5 year old....the parents don't do shit. It makes me so goddamn mad to see my 18-year old cousin basically having a child of her own and her parents ignoring the young one. AHHHHH! Why!?!?! What was their motivation for having the kid? They aren't caring for the 5 year old and don't seem to interested in her future at all. Another rant about this family. My aunt in this family (I try to downplay any kind of relationship I have with her- at least I'm not related by blood) is a total bitch. She rules over her husband with a short leash and is the Almighty One of the family. God. I can't stand her. She is so arrogant (rich-bitch syndrome- RBS) and snotty to me, like I am some low life-form. I just want to scream at her: "Listen, bitch. I don't like you, I have never liked you. I don't want to pretend anymore. Don't treat me like shit.....I am not stupid or worthless. I was the valedictorian at a real (her kids go to a private school where they are babied) school and I am in college. I am going to get a real job in this world (she has worked as a secretary to a bunch of rich guys- meaning she didn't do shit). What the fuck have you done to be so great and high and mighty?" Of course, I would have to follow that up with a nice double one-finger salute and a big "fuck you" and a storming out. I would love to do that. But no, Mommy says I have to be diplomatic and polite. Ugh. So the next few days are going to be Hell. These people weren't even going to make the trip down for Christmas, then they showed up at my Grandma's house. Bah. Maybe I will find a golf course to be at every day, all day. That's about the only place where I can go to have sanctity and sanctuary. Another rant yet. My grandpa is my hero. He passed away a couple years ago from pneumonia, due to complications with being in a wheelchair for 50-some-odd years. He was the smartest, nicest, most dedicated, persistent (he worked for 35 years while in a wheelchair) and best person I have ever known. And he taught me how to do math, calligraphy, and a ton of other things. Greatest guy in the world. Did his own son (the uncle of the family) even come down to visit him in his deathbed? Nope. Did the kids get to see their grandpa one last time before he moved on? Nope. This family is fucked-up. I guess they expected my paraplegic (nearly quadraplegic) grandpa to get off his deathbed and walk to Northern California to see them before he died. Get fucking real, folks. You knew he was on his way out. You ignored your father and father-in-law. You let him die without seeing him. You let your mother and mother-in-law suffer in misery by herself (except for my family- we were there for her). So now I cannot stand the sight of my aunt and uncle on my mom's side. The kids are fine; I don't have any beef with them. Hell, I like being the big cousin with them. But their parents and I just don't get along. Currently rocking out to: Dishwalla, "Pet Your Friends"Currently feeling: pissy, but OK :/

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9:29 PM

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

So here are my funny stories (hopefully you will think they are funny and not stupid):1. My uncle Kenny was putting Christmas lights up on his roof and he ended up getting stuck on his roof. This is a 6'4" guy that was afraid to jump off his roof. Haha. He had gotten up using a step-stool and I guess he had to pull himself up. So he couldn't lower himself back down and he was stuck up there for an hour. His wife had to go around to all their neighbors (they live in Rialto- makes it even better) and ask for a ladder. Haha. I just can't imagine my big old uncle getting himself stuck on a roof.2. The very same uncle also had a funny experience when he went golf club shopping. He had not shaved for over two weeks, was wearing a torn T-shirt, torn jeans, and looked like he just woke up when he went in. He asked the guy working there if he could hit the Taylor Made and Cleveland irons (very fancy clubs- expensive too). The guy looked him over and said "Sir, we also have some used clubs that you could hit too."I guess my uncle didn't take too kindly to being called poor in a polite way (even though he looked like a bum), so here's his reply:"Listen buddy, I have more money in pocket right now than you will make in a fucking year. Now get me those fucking clubs." Word is that the guy working there was shocked and mumbled out "Yes sir."Ah, my family is so classy. My uncle is funny as hell and he doesn't ever fail to disappoint me. Another few examples of my family being classy: My other uncle (now deceased) used to wear a T-shirt all week at the beach that read "I'M SO HAPPY I COULD SHIT!" My dad and I sneak onto golf courses and hunt for balls in the bushes. We won't play golf anywhere that we don't have a coupon for (unless it's Pebble Beach). At the horse race track, my family refuses to pay for programs, so we find them in the trash, even though they might have beer spilled on them. My uncle loves to fart and blame it on his cats. God. We are classy.I went to my aunt's house last night to drop off some trout for her cats, since she has 10. Yes, that's right. 10 cats. Jesus Christ. I had to wade through a river of cats to get to the couch and then push aside three more to sit down. And then I instantly had one in my lap. I didn't mind though, since I love cats. One of her oldest cats has no teeth anymore. It can't eat hard food. But my aunt says it can still bite her hard with its gums. Haha. Another cat of hers is 25 pounds or more and looks like a damn bobcat. It's not fat, just big. Muscular too. Looks like it could eat you....then it comes over and flops at your feet and begs you to rub its stomach. Wussy. When the wussy cat was little, somehow it got in their closet and slept on the hangers (it chose to lay on the area where pants were hung up and it laid in a row of hangers on the bottom part of the plastic). And the final cat I will talk about is named Prissy. She likes to sit at the bathroom sink and wait for someone to turn on the water, which she will then use to wash herself by dipping her paws in and then wiping her paws everywhere else. Weird cat. Alex, you would have been proud of me last night. I was in San Bernardino after visiting my aunt's kitties, and I pulled up in my little truck beside a big lifted truck. The guy in it rolled down his driver window and motioned me to race. I was thinking.....yeah right.....I will be smoked. But hell, I tried anyways. That guy must either be retarded or must have the slowest truck in America because I beat his ass. Granted I had to floor it, but somehow my little 124 horsepower, V4, 1989 Toyota pickup beat his 1999 lifted Ford Ranger. Haha. Made my night.As I write this, there are three leafblowers on outside working on the same driveway. Seriously now, do we need 3 guys pushing around the same leaf? God, just bend down, pick it up. Get a broom you lazy sacks of crap. Please quit using those loud and obnoxious things. Current music: Jimmy Eat World, "Futures"- Two Thumbs Up From RicoCurrent mood: heartburn-y

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3:48 PM

I smell a funny update later on today.

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9:58 AM

Monday, December 20, 2004

My mom always gets all these dumb teacher jokes from her dumb teacher friends and on an extremely rare occassion, they are funny. So here's one I thought was funny:"Teaching Math in 1950: A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is4/5 of the price. What is his profit?Teaching Math in 1960: A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is 4/5of the price, or $80. What is his profit?Teaching Math in 1970: A logger exchanges a set "L" of lumber for a set "M" of money. Thecardinality of set "M" is 100. Each element is worth one dollar.Make 100 dots representing the elements of the set "M." The set "C", thecost of production, contains 20 fewer points than set "M." Represent the set"C" as a subset of set "M".What is the cardinality of the set "P" of profits?Teaching Math in 1980: A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is $80and his profit is $20. Your assignment: Underline the number 20.Teaching Math in 1990: By cutting down beautiful forest trees, the logger makes $20. What do youthink of this way of making a living? Topic for class participation afteranswering the question: How did the forest birds and squirrels feel as thelogger cut down the trees? There are no wrong answers.Teaching Math in 2000: A logger sells a truckload of lumber for $100. His cost of production is$120. How does Arthur Andersen determine that his profit margin is $60 ?Teaching Math in 2005: El hachero vende un camion carga por $100.. La cuesta de producciones............."I have been trying to come up with a New Year's resolution and I really haven't been able to find anything really appealing. So I have come to the conclusion that I must be perfect. Yep. That's it. I am too goddamn perfect to try to change anything about myself for the coming year. But maybe that's what I need to work on. Being less than perfect and being OK with that. So there's a nice circular, contradictory argument for you. I don't have anything to work on because I am perfect, yet my need and compulsion for perfection are in need of being changed. So hopefully I will be more tolerant of imperfections. Maybe. I will try. No promises there though.Music: Ataris, "So Long Astoria," and the Goo Goo Dolls, "A Boy Named Goo"Mood: fine

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2:14 PM

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Current music: All American RejectsCurrent mood: overstuffedEver have those times when food is too good to pass up and then about 20 minutes later, you realize you should have stopped sooner? I had one of those this evening. My parents made chicken-guacamole tacos, which were ultra yummy to me, mainly since I have not had real food in awhile. So I had to go and be like a cat, which means that I stuffed myself until I could hardly breathe. I ate entirely way too fast (4 stuffed tacos, a salad, and a fruit salad) and too much before I realized that I wasn't hungry anymore. Oops. And then it all caught up with me. So I have a stomach ache simply from cramming too much food in. Bah.I guess this post will be about food because I love food so much. Sad, sad, sad life I lead. Anyhow, we're going to be hosting Christmas at my house, which is weird because we almost never have family holiday get-togethers at my house and this will be the second one in a row. We're going to have a 3-foot garbage burrito made by Rosa Maria's in Highland. Mmmm. I can taste it already.....and I'm still in pain from tonight's dinner. God, I am going to weigh 5267645263460 pounds when I die.So I found a new game that can actually hold my attention for more than 5 seconds. I swear that I have ADD lately. I cannot focus on anything. Driving was alright, since my life literally depended on me paying attention to the road. But if it's anything else, I have an attention span of .000003 seconds. God. So annoying. Anyhow, I tried to make the address into a link, but my home computer and Blogger don't cooperate very well, so you can just copy and paste the address. Sorry. I can't get past level 4, but maybe that's because I am retarded as hell. http://oos.moxiecode.com/examples/reflex/I washed, vacuumed, and cleaned all the windows and inside surfaces in my truck today. God. So much work for so little progress. I have to wax it tomorrow morning sometime too. Nothing else going on right now.Out.

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5:47 PM

Saturday, December 18, 2004

Ah, where to start the saga of the last two days....maybe the beginning?Last night, after I packed all my stuff up, Jered (a guy in my hall who also left ISU this semester), his girlfriend, his dad, and I (I know, I stuck out of the little group) went out to eat Chinese food. I had the always delectable General Tso's chicken. Mmmm... Anyhow, I hit the hay early because I knew I had to get up early. This morning, I had to pack some stuff in my truck before leaving. Apparently I was still asleep as I was doing it, so it took me forever. I pulled out of Pocatello at 6:50AM MST and got into Redlands at 8:00AM PST. But the day was not that simple. Oh no, it never is.The first twenty minutes of the drive were full of face-stuffing (Jack-in-the-Box's number 17 combo- sausage/egg biscuit) and silence. There were absolutely no radio stations playing music for 30 minutes. It was horrible. Once I finished eating, I played my CD's on my headset, but that first half hour was quiet. I made the corner around Salt Lake City and what do I see? Mormons, you might guess. And while being technically correct, you are not entirely correct. I don't see a helluva lot, due to the thick, thick, THICK fog. I was driving 70 mph in dense fog and heavy traffic. That was pretty scary. I was glad when that ended. Katie- for reference, the fog you drove in was worse, but the traffic today was much worse. Once clear of the Mormon state capital, I made good time to Provo, where I had to stop for gas and a piss. The first gas station I pulled into was where I got gas. I then went in to make use of the latrine, but I found that the men's was under construction, since that part of the building no longer existed. By now, my bladder was getting ready to burst. I ran outside and spotted a Port-A-Shitter on the horizon. Upon arriving there, I realized that it was occupied, due to the gross farting and splatting I could hear from inside. Eww... So I got in my truck and hauled ass to the next gas station, where I bolted inside and relieved myself Homer Simpson-style (refer to the New York episode, where he moans loudly as he pisses). The rest of Utah was uneventful, except for the mountain pass where it narrowed down to one lane and a truck driver tried to kill me by zooming past me and cutting me off as we went into the one-lane segment. Needless to say, I laid on my horn and gave him the one finger salute in double fashion. I doubt my little red truck imposed any threat to a big rig though. :( My truck can dream on though.........Las Vegas was the next major city (after St. George, which doesn't earn mentioning). I hate Las Vegas. It's smoky, it's crowded, it's hot, it's dirty, it's nasty. I hate it. I find nothing good in it. But I had to meet my parents there. So I met them, we ate, and we got the hell out of that town. But the worst part of the whole time in Vegas was actually seeing the smog on the way in. I think it was worse than the Inland Empire has. I couldn't see the Stratosphere for awhile. That's bad when you can't even make out the tallest building there. I got home about one hour ago and just finished unpacking. Katie- it was good to hear from you, I was I hadn't been cut short earlier in Vegas and that you hadn't had to hang up this evening.G'night everyone.Current music: Emerson Drive, "What If"Current mood: exhausted

Goodbye to Big Chris! He was a senior this year and finished his four years, so now he should be going on to dental school. But before doing that, the lucky guy gets to spend 4 months in Kauai. Yes, that's right. Hawaii. Bah. By the way, he is tall. And out of honor of him, I stole a loaf of bread from the dining hall for lunch. Haha. Take that Turner. He probably paid $4,000 for food in his years here, but maybe got $2,000 worth (not because of the quantity, since he eats a large amount, but because of quality). So Big Chris, enjoy your $2,000 loaf of bread.

Katie, Alex, and a couple other friends have left. I am pretty much alone in the dorm now. :( Oh well. That's alright.....all I'm going to be doing today is packing up and cleaning my room. So it's not like I really want company when I am all gross and nasty from cleaning and packing.

It took me about 20 minutes, but I finally found the video I wanted. I had seen the video of the Pizza Guy awhile ago and I was trying to find it again. So click Pizza Guy above and enjoy it. It's pretty sick, but I am fairly sure it's fake.

I have registered my blog on Blogexplosion.com, so now I surf random blogs. I found this little clip on a funny site. So anyways, enjoy Kermit the Frog

I found a cute video too, just to make up for the last two. Here's a Kung Fu Cat . Haha. Makes me smile.

As you can tell, this post did not have a lot of substance. I am very uncreative and very lazy today. Bah. I need to go pack.

I have some thoughts about old people. Here they are, presented in no logical fashion or anything like that:

1) Do old people know that they have that characteristic smell? The smell of old paper or stale laundry? Old ladies cover it up with the horrendous perfume that causes your nose to shrivel up and die. Old men just don't seem to care or be able to smell themselves. It's a gross smell and it reminds me of death. I avoid old folks sometimes just because the smell makes me think of dying.

2) Do old people know that they drive exceedingly slow? Besides going 15 mph under the speed limit on city streets, they love to drag an anchor on the freeway too. I have seen some old farts going about 40 on a clear 75 mph freeway. That is just dangerous. I realize that they think they are being safe and considerate, but it's dangerous to create such a large speed difference.

3) Do old people have problems with clothes fitting differently? I'm assuming so, since old men wear their pants increasingly high as their age progresses. Pretty soon, the waist of their pants is around their neck. Old women do something similar, but they aren't as bad about it. Do they get so senile that they cannot remember where their waist is?

4) More stuff on clothes. Do old folks know that their clothes flat out suck? I know they are not going to be marching down a fashion runway, but still, there is no need for them to look out of fashion. The clothes they wear could not have ever been in fashion, not even when they were younger.

5) Old men lose their hair totally, for the most part, and old ladies lop it off. This is question for the old ladies out there. Why do they chop it off? I guess for simplicity's sake, but I do not understand why every old lady thinks it's stylish to have tomboy hair. It's really not.

So if you know the answers to any of the questions listed, feel free to give me some answers. Thanks.

Enjoy the picture. I thought it was funny, but then again, I am a dork.

Current music:Current mood: hungry

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6:07 PM

Very true, very true. I thought I'd start this post off with a comic.

So I have noticed that people are, in general, becoming more and more rude in this country. And it's not just a localized thing; you can see this stuff anywhere.

When you walk to class in the snow, there are tracks that you usually end up walking in. Eventually, you will run into someone going in the opposite direction. And unfailingly, I always have to steer clear of the person coming towards me. It seems as if no one ever moves out of the way for you and everyone tends to expect you to make every accomodation possible for them. The same scenario is replayed in the hallways when you walk to class, in the doorways, and in the stairwells. I think it's highly disrespectful to always expect people to manuever for you.

Another example of rudeness on the rise is in driving. Road rage and simple impatience are a couple examples or this. People feel that they have to drive exceedingly fast and recklessly to get anywhere on time, whereas leaving earlier and driving at the speed limit will have the same effect. Cars tend to try not to stop for pedestrians, since that takes 5 seconds out of their precious time. Bah. Piss on you.

Katie and I are watching Oprah. They have child molesters and sexual predators on it right now. I honestly don't understand how people can do this stuff. It's just sick to me. I want to kick the living shit out of every single rapist and sexual predator. They are such losers and such lower life forms. And in the case of parents where one is the predator, the innocent parent is just as guilty. They are allowing this shit to happen without stopping it and without acting as if they cared at all.

I was searching other blogs on Blog Explosion when I found this article. I think this type of eyeglasses is retarded and gross as hell. Why would you ever want a piercing on the bridge of your nose? That looks so uncomfortable. Just get contacts or Lasik, please.

Current noise: OprahCurrent mood: hating O-Chem

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4:28 PM

Katie and I posed for pictures tonight in different places in the dorm for a picture I want to give my parents. Anyways, this was one of the better ones, I thought.

Today was not a good day for me. It's not like anything horrible happened, or that I did anything wrong. Hell, I even got some great food at the Mongolian BBQ in town. But I made sure that I had a bad day just because I felt like it. Bah.

It all started when I woke up and was faced by the thought of my O-Chem final. No, I didn't have it today and I won't have it until Friday, but still the thought appeared as soon as I woke up. Anyhow, I took a shower and more thoughts kept creeping in like weeds into a prize rose garden (that's a pretty sissy reference, I know). Thoughts about pharmacy school, my application, my grades, my life. My drive home even managed to earn an honorable mention. Bah. I don't know why I let my mind run around like a kindergartner with no adult supervision. Like the one shirt says, my mind is too little to be left alone.

At dinner tonight, I probably seemed quiet, but my mind was going 9457852458718245790 miles a second. I ended up giving myself a mild headache and making myself sick to my stomach. So I wasn't tuning everyone out and I wasn't being a jerk, but I made myself physically sick by thinking about stuff. Stupid stuff. Worrying. Etc. So if you around to experience Rico's lovely personality this evening, I apologize. I was not trying to be a jerk or anything, but my mind was not focused on you and what you were saying.

Katie and I talked about all that crap and it helped get it all off my chest. I know that's really trite, but you know, sometimes, trite is OK. It worked. I feel better.

I just bashed the shit out of my knee on my desk. I swear those things should be health hazards. They need to label them with yellow paint and blinking signs for me, since I hit my knee at least once a day. One of these times, I'll hit it so hard that it will remove my patella entirely.

You are great at finding patterns and relationships between things.
Always curious about how things work, you love to set up experiments.
You need for the world to make sense - and are good at making sense of it.
You have a head for numbers and math ... and you can solve almost any logic puzzle.

You would make a great scientist, engineer, computer programmer, researcher, accountant, or mathematician.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?Well, gee, I cannot imagine that my brain is oriented towards logic and math. Hmm. I’m glad it took a quiz for me to learn that, since I never knew that I was better at concrete stuff like math than the touchy-feely shit.

Katie and I were watching VH1 and this guy came on as the designer of Gotti’s wife’s bed. If he isn’t gay, then I don’t know what is. I mean, he is queerer than a 3 dollar bill. I am not making fun of gays or being anti-gay, I am just saying that a guy that designs beds, wears pink lipstick, and acts this flamboyant is gay. Plain and simple. Flamer. Oh, on this same show, Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys gave us advice on how to wear sunglasses, clothes, and diamonds. Their advice included wearing sunglasses that were “cool” because they were “cool.” You can wear sunglasses in “da club so dat no one knows watcha lookin’ at.” Whew. That’s some heavy-duty thinking material. And the clothes have to be “new” and “new.” I think they said “new” 25 times in 12 seconds. Katie and I found some link where you can make your own South Park character. It was all weird and I couldn’t save it correctly, so I took a picture of the characters we made. There is mine and there is hers. Enjoy.

Current music: Story of the Year, "Page Avenue" and TVCurrent mood: kind of hungry

So I had two finals today. My first final, Microbiology, went really well and I am pretty sure I got an A in that class. However, my A&P final was a nightmare. Whew. The first half of the test had 50 questions and I guessed (full-out guesses) on 30 of them. Seriously. It was that bad. The second half, another 50 questions, was not that bad, but it did not make up for the first half. :(

Current music: Greenwheel, "Soma Holiday"Current mood: tired

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4:40 PM

Katie and I bought Lay's Thick Cut Sea Salted Potato Chips today at Wal-Mart. I expected something different than the ordinary potato chip....boy, was I wrong. Bah. They are just thicker potato chips.....that same old greasy ones that are mediocre to start with. Eh. I was really hoping for something less greasy, more flavorful and very salty. Oh well. Can't win 'em all, I suppose.

I have a lack of enthusiasm for finals right now. I have been studying on and off all evening and I just can't seem to get interested in my microbiology notes. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, but I swear I have ADD right now. "Wow, a blue car!" "That dog has a poofy tail!" You have to say those in Homer Simpson's voice to get them.

Well, seeing as how I have a final in less than 7 hours, I should go to bed. :(

We were playing "Extreme Spoons" tonight. I won the first game (we played with phone books stashed in corners of the room). It got a little physical, but sadly, that's not how I got the double bloody and swollen nose. Nope. Katie beat the crap out of me when I looked at another girl's butt. Haha. Actually, we were wrestling around after the 2nd game of "Extreme Spoons" and her leg swung around and caught my over-sensitive noce, causing to erupt forth with copious amounts of blood. It also blacked out my vision for a second and made my eyes water uncontrollably. Sad, sad, sad. I got my butt kicked by my girlfriend. :((Oh yeah, notice how long my hair is)

Anyways, nothing much happened today. I watched "Bad Santa" last night, which was a damn funny movie. In addition to "Bad Santa," I saw "The Rundown," and surprisingly, the Rock did some decent acting besides his token action sequences. Although it was simply witty banter scenes, it's a nice surprise to see some acting skills from something of an action star.

I am nearing 10,000 hits on my site.....and I swear half of them are mine. Haha.

Current music: Good Charlotte, Eve 6, Everclear, Stroke 9, All American Rejects, and Tim McGraw were all played during the creation of this.
Current mood: every mood possible, I'm sure

I have been thinking lately of the stupid shit that came out in the last year, and then I came up with 12 fads that I thought really exploded the last year. So here they are, listed from 12 to 1, with 1 being the biggest fad of the last year.

12. Mini motorcyclesThese are kind of cool. Kind of. Maybe for little kids to have a motorcycle, but I don't see why adults feel the need to have to a 50cc motorcycle. In dirt bike engine sizes, these are for kids. But apparently, in crotch-rocket form, this is the size for the biker-wanna-be adults. The people that bought this item participated in the 12th biggest fad this year.Rating: One Thumb Up, One Down

11. 2004 Presidential Election and Candidate-BashingDuring the whole year leading up to the election, we saw nothing but advertisements to get people to vote. MTV ran ads non-stop to get kids to vote, but it made no difference. No more young folks went out to vote than the previous presidential election. But not only was the political stuff localized to urging participation in government, but it also consisted of candidate-bashing. Kerry tried to drag Bush in the gutter and Bush tried to do the same. Everybody found something negative with the opposing candidate, but not much positive with their own. It was the year for crappy politics.Rating: Two Thumbs Down

10. The OC and Laguna Beach and North ShoreHoly crap, way to make one show and them have about 10 spin-offs. I honestly do not think that normal life in Orange County is like it is portrayed on the show and I honestly do not think that the stuff that goes on Laguna Beach is indicative of the rest of Laguna Beach and the West Coast. This fad leads into the next fad too.Rating: Two Thumbs Down

9. Reality TVI know I have watched some reality TV this year, but it's hard not to, since that's about the only thing the TV networks are willing to show anymore. There are some good shows, but when you have crap like "Biggest Loser" and "The Real World," you really have to wonder what this world is coming to. The "Biggest Loser" is dumb as hell, since they send the fattest people home. Those folks need the most help and motivation so that they don't die, yet they get sent home and lose the good oppoturnity to lose the weight. "The Real World" is just stupid, since no one really cares about these people. Landon got drunk....whoop-de-f*cking-do. Unfortunately, this is a long-lasting fad.Rating: One Thumb Up, One Thumb Down

8. Trucker CapsThese were cool for about a period of two weeks this year. But during those two weeks, truckers may have feel like the coolest people in America, because they were "hot." I never understood the attraction, but maybe I was missing something, since seeing a girl in something that a pot-bellied, grizzled, old fat trucker would wear for weeks on end is usually not a turn-on. Hmmm. Oh well, glad that fad died as quickly as it came about.Rating: Two Thumbs Down

7. Magnetic Ribbons on CarsI am glad people showed support for the troops, whether they believed in the war in Iraq or not. It's nice to know that some Americans care if other Americans die or not. Jesus Christ, these are the cheesiest pieces of crap ever. I mean, if you change your mind during the war (just like John Kerry, the pansy), you can just remove it from your car without any stickiness or damage. Damnit, you should have to stick to your decision. And they just look cheap too, but everybody in Pocatello had at least one.Rating: One Thumb Up, One Thumb Down

6. Blogs/JournalsI swear to God that every person has two of these damn things now. I mean, they were really cool when they first came out, but now everyone has one. It spread faster than herpes in swinger's community. Some people have gotten one just for the sake of having one and fitting in, yet fail to update it ever. Some people have one and write things that no one will ever care about. But whether people read it or not, it was a must-have in 2004.Rating: Two Thumbs Up

5. HummersHummers are the ultimate SUV that everyone dreams of.....except that they get 2 miles per gallon and are ugly as hell and most of the people that drive them never ever take them off-roading. Even though the Hummers have their faults (all the previous mentioned ones and the high price), people still cannot get enough of these. For some f*cked up reason, the draw of the Hummer is too strong and people feel they have to splurge. This is one fad I hope to see end soon.Rating: Two Thumbs Down

4. PokerThe emergence of the World Poker Tour on ESPN earns it a mention as number 4 here. I cannot seriously believe that poker has made television. I realize that it does take some skill to play poker well (basically just not being a dumbass), but it is not television-worthy. It does not need announcers discussing strategy and the natural talent of the athletes involved. Please. Poker is a casino game. And nothing more. It's a game, folks. It's fun sometimes, but it is not television, yet is has become a fad in America in the last year.Rating: One Thumb Up, One Thumb Down

3. UsherI think that the obsession with Usher constitutes a fad. He won every award possible and did everything this year. In his respective music circle, I'm sure his music is fine (I don't care for it, but that's OK, some people do). But despite your musical selections, you have to agree that America's fascination with him is fad-like. With his catchy songs and dancing ability, he waltzes into number 3 in the fads of 2004.Rating: Two Thumbs Down

2. Atkins dietThis diet absolutely took over this year, but one has to wonder why......Or maybe it's because this diet allows you to eat fat and grease and all that good stuff, but excludes carbohydrates. I don't understand how this diet can even be considered healthy, since all you're eating is protein and fat. The body needs carbohydrates. You can lose weight simply by eating and drinking better and getting exercise. Don't hurt your body by going on this diet- just do something else besides eat, fat-ass.Rating: One Thumb Up, One Thumb Down

1. Livestrong braceletsEverybody and their brother has one now. They might just be one the most popular unisex accessories out there. I think I know at least 10 people with them and I don't know very many people here in Idaho. Celebrities are seen wearing them too. They are everywhere in the world now, spreading like the disease they are trying to help. I know that they are good because the money goes to charity, but damn, can people not give money to charity without expecting something in return? When did "charity" become "business?" Why do we have to receive something in order to give? Because of this, it is America's number 1 fad of 2004.Rating: One Thumb Up, One Thumb Down

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1:37 AM

Thursday, December 09, 2004

It's much warmer today and you know what that means......the squirrels are back! Yup. I saw five squirrels when I walked to Goody's (a restaurant in Pocatello just off campus) for lunch. They were frolicking and chasing one another around. I hope they don't honestly think winter is over. Haha. Oh well.....they get to play for a few days and then go back into hiding.

Rant of the day:
I am not a very nice person when it comes to smoking. I don’t enjoy when people smoke directly around me and insist on blowing the smoke right at me. I don’t want the chemicals or the carcinogens in my lungs. Hey smokers, you can keep your rat poison and cyanide to yourselves.

I was walking back from Goody’s and I walked by three consecutive smokers, each of whom insisted on exhaling a large puff of smoke directly up my nostrils and down into my lungs. I have asthma, so I have problems getting air anyways. But when the air is full or smoke, I can’t breathe worth shit. Bah. So I coughed each time and tried to make them feel bad for causing me to have cancer later in life.

But the worst one of all was the guy standing immediately outside the Administration Building. I don’t understand why smokers feel they need to stand right next to a door, since they can’t smoke inside. Umm…..hello? The smoke goes inside anyways, dipshit. AHHHH! I hate cigarette smoke…..it’s one of the worst smells ever in my book. It’s right up there with burning brake pads, scorched plastic and wiring, and good ole shit. No, wait, I think we have a new winner for my most hated smell. Yep.

Katie showed me this version of the song last year and I finally posted it on my blog. So now you can hear it too. This is Katie's personal singing....j/k. Just please listen to the entire length of the song, because it's not bad at first, but it gets progressively worse as it goes. And the very end when he has to take a second breath to finish 'divine' is hilarious. Hope you guys like it as much as we did and do.

If I ever become a pharmacist, I will give this to you if you need it!

I had my last day of A&P lab for the semester this afternoon. That makes me happy. I did OK on my final in there, so that was a bright note too. And I got a cinnamon roll from my lab instructor too, since he owns a cinnamon roll business. The only bad part about my whole day was having to dissect a cow eye. I don't have a strong stomach to start with and I can't handle blood, but this was beyond that revulsion. When we opened the eyeball up, the vitreous humor and some other fluids shot out all over the lab table. The color and consistency were quite disturbing. The vitreous humor was black and gloopy, looking like gel in my hands and feeling like snot. Ewww. And then the lens popped out from the eye too. It was clear and about the size of a marble, but it felt like a clump of dried up hair gel. Pretty gross. But that was not the only gross parts of the eye.....the nerves and the muscles were stilled connected to the eye. The skin that surrounds the eye was still there too, and we had to peel all that crap away to get at the eye. But there was a redeeming value in it all.....the tapetum lucidum. It's what makes cats' eyes "glow" at night. It helps with night vision and is a cool green/white color with a little shimmer.

Anyways, dinner time.

Current music: Starting Line, "Say It Like You Mean It"Current mood: Hungry

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4:51 PM

Lots of Snow Katie and were in English class today when it started snowing pretty hard. Here's a picture of my dorm (my room is the third from the end on the bottom) and you can see the massive snowflakes coming down. Shitty weather today.

I got a good grade on my Microbiology test, which brightened my day. And what made that even sweeter was the teacher apologized. He had accused me and a friedn of cheating on the last test, since we both had such high grades within 1 point of another. Well, this time we sat far apart and our grades were both high (96% and 97%) and our grades differed by 2.5 points. Out of 150. Ummm.....yeah. So it was nice to get the apology and make him look like an asshole.

I have to go study A&P lab now.....I have my final later today in there. Bah. Goddamn lab finals.....they are such total BS.

My mom sent me a link to an e-card. Yes, it is slightly religious, but I think it's kind of cool. So anways, Merry Christmas!

My dad sent me a bunch of bunny movies. I think they're mildly amusing. So click on the links below for 30 second summaries of the movies using cartoon rabbits. The ShiningAlienThe ExorcistTitanicJawsOn the Jaws one, you can play with the bunny standing around after the 30 second clip. He does some funny stuff for you.

Try that game. Take it from me, it's a bitch. List your highest score...mine was 112. I have done better than that in real life. And that's pretty sad when you can do something better in a real way. I mean, video games and computer games are supposed to be not reality. Yes, they should have elements of reality and have a respectable level of difficulty, but I think this may be excessively difficult. So let me know if I'm the only one that sucks at the game.

In good news, I don't have Chem lab or Microbio lab anymore this semester. Finished both of those puppies off in the last two days.....the only thing is that I had to take hard finals in both. Ugh. I hate lab finals because they're impossible to study for.

We had an hour long snowball fight tonight. One guy started it on the way back from dinner and it just now stopped. We ended up running through all the dorms with snowballs and chasing the one guy around (there was 3 of us). It was fun....and he was good enough to escape from us for awhile. And I have about 5 snowballs in reserve in my freezer. LOL.

Current Music: Eve 6, "Inside Out"Current Mood: F*ck school

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7:03 PM

Usually when I wake up in the morning, my room is about 5 degrees, since I am a dumbass and I leave both windows in my room wide open all night. This morning, I awoke to a warm room. What the hell is going on? That was my first thought. Then I quickly discovered the answer to this enigma. It is always warmer when it snows.....so it was snowing. The wind is blowing so hard right now that the snow is coming down sideways, which begs the question: Is the snow really falling at all, or is it merely flying across the ground at about 30 mph? I knew that we were supposed to get snow today (2-5 inches worth), but I don't know. It seems like the forecasters are never right. So whatever. We're getting a windy-ass storm right now. Here's a couple of the views I got to see on the way to and back from class this morning.

Dorm Complex Next to Mine

Wind Blowing Snow So It Builds Up One Side of Tree

SR-71
Politically Correct
"I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say
But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway
When I speak my mind, that's when we connect
But that's not politically correct

Our heads are so filled with thought, we can't use our imagination
Like a sky so filled with stars, you can't find a constellation
And everyone's so sensitive to every bad vibration
We're so impressing while we're regressing

There's nothing I believe in more than my own insignificance
So why does everybody think that my words can make a difference
I just don't have time to think up every social consequence
I'll just keep on talking you keep applauding

I don't mean to piss you off with things I might say
But when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway
If you spoke your mind you might feel more connected
Until you get politically corrected

You lean a little to the left or the right but
You can only see what's on your side.
Look a little like a deer in the headlights
A little blind a little hypnotized.
So you conform with the best of intention
Change comes from inside.
After all that's what this country was founded on
Do nothing different just fall in line.

What happened to make us so afraid
You couldn't make a Mel Brooks movie today
I saw Blazing Saddles yesterday"

So this song should give you a good idea about where I'm going with this post. We're talking about PC today, kids. Politically correct. I don't even know where to start with this, so here's a list of the stuff about it that pisses me off:

-Mascots for schools and sports teams- Why do people care if a team is called the "Braves?" The "Redskins?" The "Indians?" Hell, at least portraying the Native Americans in this manner is better than the light they might be cast in today....as big, fat, greedy casino owners. I guess we could rename the Atlanta Braves to the Atlanta Gaming Executives.

-Races- OK, I'm not being racist, but everyone is different. I know we say that everyone is equal and this should be true. But being equal and being the same are different things. People are of different races and different cultures. Respect the differences apparent in people. OK, so now we respect the differences. To an extreme degree. We can't offend anyone now. At all. Look, you are in America. You might have to develop some American traits.....like English.

-English- You live in America, you speak English. Plain and simple. I don't understand why we have to cater to all the different groups that insist on speaking their languages. That's fine in their homes and with their family, but when I go to the store, I don't need to see things in English and Spanish. English is fine, thanks.

-Religion- I am not a fan of religion. I admit that right now, but if you do believe in that stuff, good for you and I respect it (unless you're Mormon....get a real religion and abort the cult you're in). I think that religion is good for some people. But what I fail to comprehend is why some people get so offended about religion. The atheists that refuse to have their kids say the pledge of allegiance- they piss me off. I am atheist, but I don't feel this way at all. I think that saying the pledge of allegiance is not affirming a love for God, but instead, a love for your country. When you say the pledge, you DO NOT HAVE to say God. You can skip it. But if you refuse to say the pledge at all because of the mention of God, please quit using our money. Yep. Check out your money next time, because ALL of it mentions God. And believe me, a $20 dollar bill does not offend me in the slightest.

South Park- People take offense to this show. Get a life, you losers. Why? Don't watch it. You know it's going to be offensive. That's the nature of the show and that's part of why it's funny. Don't blame the creators for being offensive- freedom of speech. And freedom of remote control buttons. Change the channel if you don't like it.

Immigration- In Southern California, we are expected to open our arms and welcome all immigrants. Well, I'm sorry that I don't feel that I should....to illegals. I don't feel a shred of remorse for illegals. If you put in for citizenship and gain that right, I will host a welcoming party for you. I think that's great. But if you are going to sneak over the border, I will be there with the paddywagon to pick up your sorry ass.

So anyways, I know there's more stuff that I'm supposed to be PC about, but I don't care. I don't want to be PC because that just stifles any creativity and life in me and in others.

Out.

Current music: Everclear, Songs from an American Movie, Part II: Good Time for a Bad Attitude
Current mood: good :)